Chapter 130 I’ll Pour You a Drink

Chapter 130 I'll Pour You a Drink

A little rumbling in the gut.
There was a curious glint in the eyes of the surrounding stares.
The ornate table in the center of the hall is difficult to sit at without the permission of the members of the Kisil Seolpangyo, and they were surprised when a young man in a shabby suit suddenly appeared and took the empty chair.
“Who’s that? That’s…….”
“Well.”
“Hehe, you didn’t ask Confucius’ permission and you didn’t have any fear…….”
“Nangin?”
“What, so you’re deliberately picking fights with that famous guy because you want to get in his face?”
“The life of an accomplished master is always tiring to be challenged by others.”
“Confucius is a big guy, so he’ll be appeased with nice words. Come on, let’s drink.”
The guests in the room were unaware of Chulryuhyun’s status, as he was not currently wearing the uniform of the White House.
Most of them had never even seen the face of Chul Ryuhon.
Meanwhile.
The young swordsman in the opposite chair, who met Chuliu Heng’s gaze head-on, straightened up and muttered to himself.
“That’s amazing, when will I feel better?
The young man’s skin was so white as to resemble that of a well-dressed woman, and his features were as fine and distinct as if they had been carefully painted with a brush by a skillful Chapter.
It was a typical nobleman’s award.
On the left breast pocket of his puffy robes of blue silk, two words are embroidered in bold colors that reveal his identity and status.
Qingtian.
I did.
He was a twenty-five-year-old apprentice of the Blue Sky Sword Gate’s genius swordsman, a renowned divinity of the sect, called the Blue Cloud Sword.
The two young men seated on the right side of the table, based on the iron flow marks, were more like sturdy Hunan men than handsome men.
First, the man with the long, slit eyes and white robes was a wielder of the Lunar Sword, the ultimate late-stage sword of the Ming Moon Sword Gate.
He is the same age as Seolpangyo and has been told many times since he was a child that he will grow up to be a big man.
And.
The cold-faced, black-robed young man next to him was Wanliu Wanliu, the small master of the Sixth Gate.
He was known as the Iron Scribe because his swordplay resembled a delicate brush stroke.
He was two years younger than Seol Pangyo and Ouyong.
Finally, the exceptionally beautiful woman on the left side of the table was Mae Yanfang, the second daughter of the long-established and prestigious Flying Sword Gate family of the Zheng Clan.
At the age of twenty-four, Mu Lin was a budding master who was considered one of the eight most beautiful women in the Hunan region, known as the Jade Maiden.
He was a Murim Kyusu with a color that rivaled that of the Snow Pancake Bridge, and he was treated with respect wherever he went, so he was arrogant, but he was also very shy, so no one knew the truth.
“Wow. Iron Maiden, I never thought I’d see you again. So, are you feeling better? I remember how heartbroken I was when I first heard you were a vegetable…….”
The Jade Maiden Mae Yanfang spoke abominably, and the Iron Scribe Wan Lun quickly straightened up and opened her mouth.
“Iron Maiden, it’s good to see you again, and I’m glad to see that you’ve recovered your health.”
Jilsera Moonblade Oyong was about to interject when a blunt voice rang in her ear.
“Are you deaf?”
As he says this, Ironcloud gestures to the empty glass with his chin.
It means fill it with alcohol.
The cavalier horse was directed at the man in front of him, Seolpangyo.
Concurrently.
Mangle.
Oyong pulled up one eyebrow and smirked.
‘Huh, look at this guy, he’s a short talker, right? One…….’
It feels like something has changed.
It was like a different person compared to the attitude I had seen before.
It’s the same with apothecary and puerperium.
Something’s not right, starting with a blank face that makes it hard to read emotions.
Above all.
The prayer of the one true God was the most puzzling.
It’s as if he doesn’t know any martial arts at all, and not even the slightest bit of energy can be detected in his body.
“What is it?
Shi Fangqiao met his opponent’s gaze for a moment, questioning, before standing up with a faint smile.
“Yes, Iron Gate. I’ll pour you a drink myself before you start talking.”
He tipped the bottle in his hand and filled the empty glass in front of him with liquor.
steady
Chulhyeon emptied his glass immediately.
That’s when the misuse sent out a whisper.
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Seol Pangyo also replied in Chapter with an unobtrusive whole-mouth smile.

<You're trying to get us back together to make amends for what happened? You look even less powerful than before.
<Hoo, isn't that a lowly object of the powerless?
<Cough. I'll try to fit in, then, so you can get your ass kicked one more time.
<Good.
He then spoke briefly with the rest of the group, Mae Yak Bang, Wan Lun and Yin Yin, to bring them together.
' Cheolryuhun , you are so foolish . Even your master . asleep Throw it away just Will be As usual Doeran In this way With us Trying to bump into thing It's similar, but … I That Horak Horak Pass over line Do you know ? Lowly That guy Man-yong If you use it Of course The price Pay it Need to make Suitable It's the law .'
Laughing to himself, he grabbed the bottle again and poured Chul Ryu-hoon a drink, then filled my glass as well.
"Gentlemen, here's a visit from the Iron Sorcerer of the White Gate, who seems to have miraculously regained his health, so why don't we all raise a glass and celebrate?"
Suddenly, the left-hand man gulped loudly, then followed Seolpan-kyo's lead and raised his glass filled with alcohol.
Seol Pangyo purposely spoke loudly so that everyone in the hall would know the identity of Chul Ryu Hyeon.
It's a lot worse to be embarrassed in front of a group of people.
"Now, let's cheerfully empty our glasses for the Iron Bastard, who has risen to the occasion!"
At the same time as Seol Pangyo's shout, the audience gulped down their drinks with a sound similar to cheering.
However, Chulleuhyeon never reached for the filled glass.
Tak.
The goblet-setter asks, with a hint of intent.
"Hmm? Why aren't you drinking?"
Gilsera Apothecary chimes in sarcastically.
"Ho-ho-ho. Iron rumor liquor. What, you're afraid to touch it because it's too expensive? That's okay, have at it, you'll never have the money to buy such an extremely expensive liquor anyway, so if not now, when else will you get to taste it?"
Then Chulleuhyeon picked up the glass heavily.
Jurrrrrr.
I poured it all over the floorboards.
"Because it tastes bad."
His nonchalant voice and the room fell silent.
Everyone was stunned.
Oh my goodness, how could anyone else, let alone Seolpan Gyo, throw away the privileged liquor…… with such a shocked look on his face.
Misuse warped judgment.
What the hell, asshole.
It looks like he's trying to get in a fight.
Seolpangyo, Mae Yak Bang, and Wan Lun tugged at the corners of their mouths as if they were plasticizing at the thought.
At that moment, a patron somewhere shouts out.
"How rude!"
Soon, the entire room joins in the chant.
Under the watchful eye of Seolpangyo…….
Yes.
People who follow the crowd and don't have the courage to go against the grain.
One by one, they rise and gather around the lavish table like a barrier, glaring.
As if they're secretly looking forward to seeing how ridiculous they're going to get for their fearless provocation.
Same as then.
It's a lonely place.
The people currently here were entirely on the side of Seolpangyo's group.
Wan Lun smirked, making his cold face even colder.
"Iron Fist, since you've been lying around like a corpse for so long, your martial arts skills have deteriorated, so don't you think it's best to refrain from unnecessary arguments? Oh, it's rude to say this, huh huh."
Hana didn't mind the iron streaks and grabbed the bottle.
"I'll pour you a drink this time."
He smirked and held out his own glass, as if the misuse of his neighbor awaited.
"Hey, follow along here first."
He responded with a snide remark, as if he didn't want to see Chul Ryu-hyeon's arrogant behavior anymore.
Chirp, chirp.
After pouring the drink, Chulryuuk picks up the glass and holds it out.
Seeing that, Ouyong reached out his hand and scoffed repeatedly to himself.
"Phew. Okay, let's get some energy out through the glass.
He planned to use it as an excuse to make Chullehorn miss the glass and spill the liquor on him.
One.
Oyong panicked as soon as he grabbed the glass in his hand.
"Ugh! What is this……!
Faced with the iron currents, Zhan was as immovable as a tens of thousands of boulders.
"Boom!
Wu Yong immediately activated his Inner Gong, but the goblet against Iron Ripple's hand was no match.
A reddened face.
It's a sign that they're trying to take the cup away from you.
"No, he's using intangibles now……? He's got this much water resistance?
Ouyong, who was tugging at the glass, was sent tumbling backward into the pool when Chulleuchun suddenly released his grip.
Woo-dang-tang!
The sound of chairs breaking and glasses shattering as they hit the floor.
Misuse comes back to bite you in the ass.
'……!'
As everyone was stunned by the unexpected situation, Chul Ryuhyeon's impassive voice came out.
"You don't even have the strength to lift a glass."
Oyong, overcome with shame, jumps to his feet, draws his sword, and shouts.
"Fuck!"
Ho-hum.
Bam-!
With a deafening crash, the ornate table shattered into a million pieces, revealing Misuse stuck upside down in the center of it.
The bamboo has pierced the floorboards.
It was the work of a master.
A silent shockwave swept through my gut in an instant.
No one saw it.
I couldn't even feel it.
The number of days of swiftness that Ironcloud just spoke…….
"He drew the knife first, so I guess that's fair enough."
Fearful of the end of Chu Liuhui's words, Mae Yanfang gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and prepared to leave.
Right then.
"Tea!"
Wan Lun narrowed his eyes and thrust out his sword.
But.
Poof!
With a loud crash, Wan Lun's newcomer disappeared through the top of the first-base wall in the blink of an eye.
Pause for a moment.
Kung……
You hear a heavy object hit hard in the distance outside the infield.
It was a pneumonia.
I don't know if I swung my hand or my foot, but…… is still alive.
The apothecary paused as he extended the knife.
It was the effect of having just watched a cure go down the drain, preceded by an instinctive sense of crisis.
Turning his head, Ironclaw spoke briefly.
"Poke me."
"Ah…… Ji, what happened in the past…… I'm sorry, Chul…… rumors…… No, Chul Munju…… really……."
There was great fear in his trembling voice.
I've never seen anything like this before.
It was such an overwhelming force that I felt paralyzed.
"Don't do something you're sorry for in the first place."
The nonchalant voice of Ironclad.
Quack!
Like Wan Lung, the medicine room went through the infield wall and landed with a thud somewhere in the distance.
Chulryuhyun's gaze lingers on the face of Seolpangyo.
"I heard you're a candidate for the next big thing, show me some muscle."
"……!"
Already overwhelmed in body and mind, Shen Pangqiao gulped down the dry spit and, conscious of the Chinese gaze, forced himself to summon courage.
Bam!
A new breed, sword in hand, advancing with swiftness.
Immediately after.
Phew!
With a terrifying roar, the new model of the Snow Pancake Church bounced backward, smashing several tables and scattering across the floor.
"Cur……!"
Seol Pangyo fell to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
It was a force to be reckoned with, like a polarizing force in a day.
"Yeah, that's better. You."
Without a single change in expression, Chul Ryu Hyeon walked slowly toward the snowy bridge.
'Chit……!
Furious, Xue Fangqiao leapt to his feet and crossed his sword of excellence.
A melee herbivore with a strong sword chi.
By the way.
Bam!
With a short clang, the sword's movement came to a screeching halt.
Index finger and thumb.
Iron Ripple's fingers gripped the sword lightly.
When they saw it, everyone here, including Seolpangyo, widened their eyes.
It was a fictitious position.
It's hard to believe that a rising powerhouse in the Zhengfa martial arts scene, once said to rival Hunan's Five Elements, could look so lethargic…….
Frightened, Seol Pangyo stopped saying mean things.
"Are you, are you not…… my father…… scared?"
Chu Liuhui replied expressionlessly, as if he didn't even care about the Qingcheng Sword Gate, whose name was Honorific Five Feast Day.
"If you're so lightly moved by one spoiled brat, I might as well take the title of Omusuke away from you with my own hands."
At the same time as the rant.
Kwahaaaang-!
Caught in a giant avalanche, the snow bridge shot up like a beam of light, smashing its head into the wooden ceiling between the first and second floors.
Squeak, squeak, squeak……
A sagging, shaking body, as if it were wet.
Chulhuihyeon soon tossed the pouch containing the silver to the ground.
"It's a repair bill."
With a quick flick of his hair, he rushed outside and mounted Xinfeng's back.
"Let's go."
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-!
And with that, Inma's departure left Juru with nothing but awe-inspiring silence.
The Book of the Divine Sword – Chapter 131 (131 of 552)